"He did," Furfur sighs as he steps back and rubs his face, grumbling softly under his breath. "I was hoping he meant just-"

"Well, the just ain't important," he says with a dismissive flick of his wrist. No need to get into the details of his tragic backstory, not when there was a city to explore. And the possibility of getting to put his manwhore reputation to work. "I'd rather have my magic back. Is there a place I gotta sign up to get on the boning for Bones?"